In the last moments Before the fire rains down The anticipation Becoming sweet agony I can not I can not do this I must
Caught in the web of my own weave A condemned woman Facing the fate she has chosen Dread and lust Mingle into one Hoping for mercy Praying for none
And none was received
Moments of fierce sensation All thoughts of grace forgotten Survival the only instinct left Desperate for a reprieve Yet grateful for none
Flames on the Flesh take over The vivid colors of pain Are the only thing seen By eyes turned inward
And to the place of the gods I was taken Time transcended space And the tears of freedom flowed
The purity of the moment Spanning from second to years Freed by the bonds Cleansed by fire
The understanding of true release Carried forward Into the new dawn
Cat